This is a song about "Indian hill boys"

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

Simply out of this world by choice

Boys tell me they love me

It ain't hard to make money

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Watch your body turn indian red,

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Nothin sweet when i attend, see